individualist
The phenomenon of the one-night-only club BFf Knowing when to call it quits is key.

You must’ve done it: met a stranger at a night out or festival and been instantly, mutually, platonically infatuated. As you meet each other’s gaze in the smoking area, in the queue for the loo or burger van or sprawling in the chill-out area, brains buzzing like Buzz Lightyear in a beehive, the attraction is instant and inexplicable. That first conversation only seals the deal. They love/hate/know this tune as well! They saw that dude fall over in the middle of a shuffle and nearly pissed themselves laughing too! Yes, they would like to exchange narcotic substances! They’ve lost their friends too! Unlike the boring (and now mercifully forgotten) old pals that you came out with, they haven’t heard all your stories already, and seem genuinely interested in your life. Their conversation is equally sparkling.

With your new best mate, the next few hours fly